I'm going to use "Great" to describe everything today.
So, a few weeks ago, my husband was offered a job in the UK. Since we have 2 school-aged children, I requested that we move there in time for the school term. The authorities involved must have thought I was a total (great) lunatic, but they approved the request, and now we're scheduled to pack-out in 4 weeks. So from the time when we were offered the job till the time we arrive in London is about 9 weeks.
I'm completely psyched, but then I'm also a bit terrified. So much to do, so much to do!
Alas, I will not be taking my woodworking tools, so I'm back to whatever can be accomplished with a drill. All my electric tools are being distributed to various parties as if I had died. My router, in protest, fell to pieces. Literally.
So I have posted some pics of my beloved table which I declared to my husband that I'm taking even if it means that we have to sleep on it. It only weighs 200 lbs and requires a space of 10 x 15 feet (3 x 4.5 m).